In theory, this time tomorrow, I should have a new kitchen. Based on our plans, tomorrow I will be cooking dinner on a brand new stovetop and baking something yummy in the brand new ovens.
Of course, we all know about the best laid plans, right? (I think it says something about my last few weeks that even though the installer has called to confirm that he will be here tomorrow between 10 and 2, even though he has been here once already to measure and scope out the details, even though he says it should be no problem, I still don’t think it will go smoothly and I fear that tomorrow night I’ll be telling you all about how I have NOTHING to cook on for the foreseeable future!)
I must also point out that I am somewhat sad at the demise of my current stove/ovens. Keep in mind that I am also the one who cried uncontrollably after dropping off my old car and picking up my new one that I loved. What can I say? I find change hard. I get attached to things. Anyway, the sadness is how I always feel when I change something in this house- it’s no longer the thing(s) my grandparents used. These ovens, this stovetop, these are the things my grandmother chose for HER kitchen. They were top of the line when they were installed 30+ years ago and the number of meals, events and parties that came out of them are too many to count. The new stuff won’t have been touched by Grandma’s hands, were never used by her. So while I am excited for the new, I am mourning a little bit the loss of the old.
Anyway, in an attempt to keep the faith, here’s the before.
So, cross your fingers that it all works and I’m back here tonight with the after photos. Because, really, I have Passover next week- and right now we’re at about 20 people. There’s no way a crockpot, microwave and rice cooker are going to feed that crowd!!